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tiny vesselsgod cried for us that afternoon
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
sunshine shakingmorse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
present, in the body
that doesn't fit, I watched
you murder the sky. I wasn't ready
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
the negative space
I fell in love
first with the taste
of you-- good weed
and the resurrection
of unmet expectations. when
you kissed my neck, I was
alive; I was a series of
sparks in a vacuum night.
you were a million moths
blooming within my ribcage, you
were the beginning of the story
I was afraid to open. I fell in love
with the goosebumps tha
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is the
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
accidental exposurenewton’s laws never
applied to you. maybe
tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
you are that glint
on the edge of the
flirtation of a star, of
a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I
traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you
every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
StormThe perfect storm approaches,
pulls the strings, my strings.
I walk a path, light torches.
The storm is what love brings.
A thunder deafens birds momentously,
erases songs, all sounds at all.
It hits, then burns tremendously
and all that stands shall fall.
There is the cyclone, spins around.
Scatters wits with none of force.
All matter crumbles to the ground,
all planets change their course.
I welcome you, my lovely,
crush my being times again.
Make me feel alive and holy
like only your love can.
A beautiful manA sculptured face of ice
lingers in between the locks of gold.
Lids closing over glacier eyes.
His beauty is the oldest story told.
The music box stops playing
as deft long fingers break it.
His breath on me is flaying,
my soul is pained and naked.
Why his skin is cold like marble?
Also pale, and soft, and lifeless?
His cold kisses tend to startle.
Why his heart is broken clueless?
He says he's waiting in the dark,
gathering dust on shelves of love.
But in fact his hollow body's stark,
his feelings stolen by a dove.
Canto Hacia La LuzCuál será el lugar
A donde van
¿Rechazados por ti?
Puede que el infierno
Sea su morada
Al no tenerte
Desean la muerte.
Te quiere lejos
De su pluma
Y de sus versos.
La estrella fugaz
Que nos inspira
En su efímera marcha
Vive en tu mirada.
Ella nos reta
A capturar su esencia
Renuente a ser
Traducida en letras.
Lleno de locos
Reclama la corono
Hundida en inocencia
Vuestra dama no ve
Es tu belleza.
La rebelde impotencia
Líder del partido
Reprimido en mi conciencia.
Detener la sublevación
Te daría mis ojos
Portadores de pasión.
Para que así
Veas en su magnificencia
La luz de las estrellas
Que iluminan mi vida.
An Unseen SingerShe was much more than a voice to me,
Yet her face I never got a chance to see,
And so a sweet sounding melody
Is all that remains of her inside of me,
And only when drifting through some dream
Does a wishful vision of her come to be,
This fool's version of reality—
A beauty seen—only through the song she sings.
Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
Admitting DefeatIt feels like giving up...
Raised wrists up high
To the awaiting shackles.
Fore fitting the game, gone awry,
And halfway through an inning..
I'm reaching to hand off the baton...
But I've barely made my way
around the first bend...
Everything that was effected that day,
has been fading...
Everything except for my pride...
But my survival instincts are kicking in,
My pride is screaming,
But my heart within
Is begging my brain stop day dreaming,
And realize that I cannot win...
The words are painful...
They slice my soul
and break my metaphorical spine,
creating an obvious hole...
There is this slump in my person,
this weak point in my way...
I will always know;
I couldn't do it alone for another day.
What is stronger...
Or carrying on...
Because I have never felt so weak.
Song fic introduccionsongfic introduccion..
esta sera corta pero al estilo manga medio raro XD asi que vemaos ocmo me sale..
Lo ame tanto por mucho tiempo....
Para que el destino me lo quitara...
Soy tu mejor amigo...
Gracias por consolarme siempre...
Tu panuelo de lagrimas...
Por estar siempre ahi...
De amores perdidos...
Por protegerme de los demas..
Yo solo te abrazo...y te acaricio..
Me pides mil consejos para protegerte de tu proximo encuentro...
Si tu supieras que me estoy muriendo..
No quiero perderte a ti tambien..tengo miedo..
Quisiera decirte lo que siento..
Te amo tambien..
collab with Mordial33'Pon Love, An Aphrodisaic Obium
How oft dost thou lookest to thine heart?
Thy love beest beauty, 'tis beauteous art,
A beacon of light in lovers' dark,
Her name on thy lips in the silence, stark;
Thy love beest beauty, a beauteous art.
How oft hast thou lookest to thine hand?
'Tis red-tinged in color: a rose-stung hand,
Thy blood on the ground doth stain the sand,
A crimson verge from a rose-stung hand,
Thy love beest beauty, an art unplanned.
The Rub'i of Vows Forlorn
The maiden clad in shrouded shades of sorrow sung
To Fate of her yearning while the chapel bells rung,
I swear by these sweet musings my love, 'pon my word:
A song of sweet serenity, with sorrow strung.
A Silent SonnetHearts fill with longing for what is not theirs-
tempting, enticing like only addicts know.
Desperately pushed to the point of despair,
this fluttery stomach is now their worst foe!
Secrets left screaming upon airtight lips,
they refuse to slip, mustn't endanger
true meaning in those very "subtle" quips
which, try as they might- refuse to waver.
So giving up may seem the only choice
in this defeat. But that would mean to lose
the most precious treasure. They hold their voice
and silence their souls, becoming subdued.
There's pain in each agonizing moment,
but worth it for every shared instant spent.
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